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Takes place some time in the future.

Author's Chapter Notes:

Hey guys! Finally back. Finals + working overtime the week after = NOT FUN. trust me on that one.

But anyways, heres the next oneshot. This ones a little weird, not my norm. It came from an exerise one of my professors had us do. It was really cool and the result (aka this story here) came out pretty awesome, considering the assignment. It takes entirely too long to descibe, but if your little heart is crying out to know all about this mystery exercise, dont hesitate to contact me about it.

Ill try to get to all of your new and updated stories ASAP - so dont think I forgot about ya :P

Enjoy :]

 

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Thump.

 

Thump.

 

Thump, thump.

 

Thump, thump, thump.

 

My body tenses as I sit up abruptly and pant. I'm sweating and my heart is racing. Stupid nightmare. I can't seem to remember it, regardless of how shaky it leaves me.

 

Thump, thump, thump.

 

I try to calm my uptight nerves by rubbing my green eyes and running a hand absently through my hair. Only when I begin to process my surroundings do I realize something's wrong.

 

Thump, thump thump.

 

I'm on the floor of my room and quite honestly, I can't remember how I winded up here. I couldn't have fallen off my bed without knowing and I'm more than positive I didn't intentionally fall asleep on the cold, hardwood floor.

 

Thump, thump.

 

After some more glancing around, I become aware of two things. One is that everything is in its rightful place. The bed sheets are untouched, the stereo off, and the light still on. No dirty clothes are on my floor; the ones I wore yesterday - a simple red shirt and jeans - still remain attached my body. The second, which I gather from my window, is that it's still very much dark out. A few rays of sun threaten to show at the horizon.

 

Thump, thump, thump.

 

But still, I can't seem to shake my anxiety. Something's not right.

 

Thump, thump, thump.

 

The white walls mock me, the shadows moving whenever I look away. The phone sits on its charger on the nightstand beside my bed. The light beneath it blinks, taunting me. The air is thick around me and it's hard to breath. I slowly pull myself up from the floor and attempt to stand on shaky legs. My eyes dart from corner to corner of the small bedroom. Something is not right.

 

Thump, thump.

 

When I see it, it hits me. The envelope sits atop my dresser, its white color glaring dangerously. The black scripture, written in pen, isn't readable from my position, but I don't have to go any closer to know what it says. In fact, I probably don't have to even open the letter, either. I'm sure I know what it hides. This is the morning I've been reminding myself to forget about.

 

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

 

My heart rate speeds up even more as I lift a stiff foot off the floor and place it back down five inches closer to the dreadful thing. I can only repeat this process as I make my way over to it.

 

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

 

I lift it with one hand and smooth my fingers over it. It's so light and yet so heavy. To know that something so small can harness something so big is unbelievable. I trace the cursive lettering on the front subconsciously. Shawn. Me.

 

Thump, thump, thump.

 

I remember her so well; it's hard to believe that it was so long ago. I see her face. I see her hands, her lips, her body. She's laughing, smiling, and throwing her blonde curls over her shoulder. It was that long ago. How my heart aches to go back to that time. A time when flirting slowly trickled into something more.

 

Thump, thump, thump.

 

I place my thumb near the edge of the flap, daring myself to follow through with opening the envelope. My hands are shaking, but I hardly notice. All I can see is her eyes again. Those deep blue eyes and how they changed on that one day, not long ago. How they were never the same.

 

Thump, thump, thump.

 

Then the old silver ring catches my eye. It was placed so deliberately on my dresser. Out of the way enough to almost not notice. A spot that would catch the right amount of light to make sure it's glare would nearly blind me.

 

Thump, thump, thump.

 

I pick it up and run my fingers around it, toying with it the way she did a few days ago. I remember how she twisted it around her ring finger and laughed about karma finally catching up. I never quite understood the comment.

 

Thump, thump, thump.

 

If only there was a way to just go back. Back to that day, that moment on the pier, that ten second period that changed everything. 

 

Thump, thump, thump.

 

And I couldn't help myself. I twisted the ring around until it was resting on own my own thumb and studied it. It was a simple ring, but it had its own secret importance. I have my own suspicions, though. She never did mention it, anyway. I asked once but just got a sigh. I never pressed the issue further. Maybe I should have. Maybe things wouldn't have come to this.

 

Thump, thump, thump.

 

Before I could think rationally again, I felt the cold paper between my fingers on the opposite hand. Its fragileness forgotten and its significance gone. The paper ripped above my other thumb all the way across the fold. The incision cowered under my hand, the one bearing the ring. I swallowed and reached inside.

 

Thump, thump, thump. Thump, thump, thump.

 

I unfold the tiny piece of paper and hold my breath. On the paper is one world, neatly written and carefully chosen.

 

Thump, thump.

 

Promise?

 

Thump, thump, thump.

 

Her face brightens up my mind again.

 

 "I don't know if I can do this much longer." Her voice is sweet, but her tone fatal. "I can't keep pretending I'm not falling for you."

 

"Jules, you don't-"

 

"Yes, Shawn, I have to go. I have to do this."

 

"But Juliet, I..."

 

"I know," she says. It sums up everything and nothing.

 

Just like the word screaming up at me.

 

Thump, thump, thump.

 

I slide the ring from its resting place to the inside of my pocket. I haven't shaven in three days (but that's nothing new), my clothes are most likely dirty and I'm betting that I could probably use a shower. But it doesn't matter.

 

Thump, thump, thump.

 

I place the paper back into the envelope and leave it in its hallowed place. I ruffle my already messy brown hair with my now-free hands and exhale.

 

Thump, thump, thump.

 

If I leave now, I'll catch her before the plane to New York takes off. If I get lucky, she won't be departing with it. I don't need my fake psychic abilities to know that I have to do this. I have to prove it to her. I have to convince her that there was more to our flirting and seemingly casual relationship than I thought. The moment she told me she was taking the "opportunity transfer" to New York City, it hit me hard. Somewhere between the lines, I had fallen too. I have to make her stay.

 

Thump, thump, thump.

 

I don't care if it becomes the classic, cliché scene where the guy catches the girl before she flies - literally and figuratively - out of his life. All that matters is that I'm going to make her stay. I'll give her a reason to.

 

Thump, thump, thump.

 

I grin as my fingers trace the outline of the ring in my pocket. It's going to take on its own, new significant meaning in less than an hour.

 

Thump, thump, thump.

 

No more stupid nightmares, no more what ifs. I may never be completely logical or know what I want, but I think I'm capable of knowing when I've fallen in love.

 

Thump, thump, thump.

 

I'm going after her, and that's a promise.

 

Thump, thump, thump.

 

Thump, thump.

 

Thump.

 

Thump.

Chapter End Notes:

 And I promise  to be on time with the next oneshot. I think I have one or two more before the next story (which has a sequel too!) :]



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